He’d already invited her over for a drink with him and his flatmates after only talking to her for a few minutes. Maybe there really was a chance he...wanted to get inside her knickers. ‘There’s only one way to find out,,’ she thought. By the time she got home there was just time to fix herself a meal and watch minimal TV before she had to begin to get ready for the evening. As it was only casual she decided she wouldn’t go crazy on getting dressed up, especially as they were not even going out. I noticed that the back of it was sticking out a lot more than her skirts had the last time we walked to school. There were two distinct bumps on the front of the blouse, too.I noticed some other things, too. She seemed to be walking a lot closer to me than she usually did. And she'd touch me a lot when she talked to me. It didn't gross me out or anything, in fact I kind of liked it. But it was something she'd never done before. I could smell her hair a couple of times when she got near me.. Do you know why I wanted you to come over?" she wondered, and I shook my head.I didn't trust myself enough to lie out loud. The woman definitely knew I'd fucked Julie and she probably wanted to kill me. Except why was she being so nice? And why didn't she kill me in front of my parents? They probably would have helped her. I could just imagine my mom going thermonuclear at hearing I'd been having sex with a thirteen-year-old girl. Not just any girl either, but one I'd known since she was in. "I liked Denise. I always had. She was nice looking, and had probably spent as much time at our house as her own during the past four years that she and Jim had been going together. She was certainly better looking than any girl I'd ever gone out with. She was nice too, not stuck up like a lot of the really pretty girls were."Denise, I already told you. That car is really important. It's the only thing I own that means anything at all to me. You know how Jim is? He'll either wreck the car,.